The mature conch is now a warm white. The crusty brown of its earlier years has been worn away with time, revealing the smooth, glossy surface that lies beneath. A gash at her crown is evidence of the meat that has been extracted, leaving only the shell, which represents life, but is not life itself. In the same way, our bodies are simply shells of who we truly are, a piece of clothing to be discarded at the point of our physical death. Thus the meat, having been extracted has left a void in its core, leaving room for a higher level of existence.